You mentioned that Aemond would come to realise how good Lucerys is as a mother to their children because he raises them Targ? What made it click for him??? I really wish we got to see more domestic moments of the two of them and their kids
I do think Luke getting on his dragon hours after giving birth with their child probably should have been the Realisation moment for Aemond but I don't actually think it is.
It's the lullabies.
It's Luke singing to their first born with words that Aemond understands but has never heard. Luke's voice may not be the most beautiful in the world but the fact that he is singing a song that was clearly sung to him by his mother (that had been sung to her by her mother going all the way back to Old Valerya) with such a natural ease that makes Aemond realise that for all his obsession with their family and its history, Luke is going to be the real reason their children will be raised in their heritage.
The feeling of soft kisses being placed on your bump woke you up, a soft smile pulling onto your lips at the soft sight. Your wife rubbing and kissing your 9 month bump talking softly to the little cub inside your belly.
“I’m so exited to meet you my little lion cub,” she kisses your bump nuzzling her nose against it “and so is your mom, but you gotta be still and good for them okay? No kicking them too much okay my precious cub?”
You smile reaching to run your hand through her hair, causing her to smile up at you. “Good morning baby” she grins up at you moving up gently being careful of your bump as she does.
Laying next to you, she pulls you into her. Her stomach resting against your bump as she rubs the side of it gently. Kissing you softly.
“Its almost time to meet our little cub” she whispers against you kissing you softly unable to hide her excitement.
You chuckle and say if only they’d come sooner wincing as the babe kicks your ribs hard. Your wife coos kissing your head and holding you close.
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After hours of labour your son was finally here, tufts of golden hair on his beautiful head. You smile sleepily as Cersei cradles him as if he’s the most precious and fragile thing in the world.
“Perfect,” she whispers eyes full of tears. “He’s perfect” she coos. Looking at you and yalls son with the utmost adoration and pride
“I’m so proud of you my love” she kisses your head, “rest my love, I’ll stay with you both” she whispers. Eyes soft as your son starts to fall asleep.
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“[FIRST NAME] EDDARD LANNISTER! YOU GET HERE RIGHT NOW”
you cant help laugh at the sound of your wife yelling after your son. Your amusement grows when your naked 2 year old son comes running round the corner a tired looking Cersei holding his clothes.
You smile at her as you finish feeding your daughter Joanna, passing her to Cersei and recovering your chest before grabbing the giggling toddler. “Now little lion, do you think you can be the best boy and get change for me and mommy?” Your ask tickling his sides slightly.
“YES MOMMY!” He practically roars causing you to laugh at him, your daughter falling into a laughing fit at her brother too.
Now fully dressed your son wriggles in your hold, you release him watching him run around the terrace after a butterfly. His personal guard having a mini heart attack chasing after him.
Too occupied watching your son, you fail to see the way your wife’s face is full of happiness and adoration. She stares at you and your son your daughter asleep in her arms and she swears shes never been happier. Oh how she loves her little family.
Are you still into blood for blood lucemond? I had a question regarding the bedding, if they continued it only when aemond wanted to or heats, or does lucerys ever initiate anything
Yes I am! I just haven't had any ideas to write for it and have been busy enough trying to keep up with the ideas in other fandoms.
Lucerys definitively does initiative stuff outside his heats but it probably only really starts to happen after their relationship has settled into what becomes their 'normal' and after the whole inheritance thing is sorted.
Luke tried to initiate things in the very early days of the marriage but Aemond rejected them so he stopped bothering. Both Aemonds rejection and Luke's stopping trying is the end result of both of them not wanting to 'force' the other outside when it's unavoidable for them (ie heats) and also the uneasy feelings they have about their relationship because of the broader political situation they are in making them almost afraid to really work on their relationship (Green vs Black factions very much being in play and them not being sure if the Inheritence situation is going to end up blowing up possibly putting them on opposite sides of a war).
Aemond starts initiating outside of heats first (typically in post-battle highs) and that leads to Lucerys starting to initiate again. They still don't actually talk about it.
alpha!Aemond guarding omega!Luke jealously whenever he's in heat. He will have no bastards (or claims of it) in their children on his watch!
Just locks them up in their room to ride it out together. Fuck everything else.
He won't even let their servants in. Food must be dropped off at the door (and gods help you if he happens to be near enough to it to actually open it on you - many a servant girl has gone back to the kitchen in tears) and the sheets are only to be collected to be washed after everyone is well sure the heat is over.
For the first few there's probably some concern he's killed his mate and is just stalling time. But the few that get a peek into the room confirm they did see Lucerys alive and unharmed (if very disheveled).
Hopefully he calms down by the time they're old enough to actually inherit. Because if not that's one week where neither of them are available to actually govern.
Any one ever hot on luverys? Yes I'm scrapping for jealousy in this world please feed the beggar🤲 I love this series
Of course there is.
Just scraping the surface of the situation Luke's an attractive omega of the Royal Family (even if there might be some commoner blood mixed in there). But he's also in a very male-heavy generation of the family so one of the few available to marry for men outside the family. Oh and he comes with a title with how he's inheriting Driftmark.
When news of him presenting went out Rhaenyra was probably bombarded by letters of people wanting his hand. Of course Viserys had also very quickly suggested Aemond as a match and while I don't think it was immediately agreed to, dwelling on it did kind of pull focus from any of the other possible matches.
That interest didn't go away after the marriage to Aemond. It just became a "if something horribly tragic were to happen to your current husband" offer.
The funny thing is Luke doesn't actually take them that seriously. Even if Aemond did die, after the first 2 kids are born Luke doesn't need to remarry. Driftmark is his and then will be his kids. He would only remarry for love.
Aemond has never liked the interest. In the early days while he was still in "this is duty there are no feelings" mode he justified the jealousy as it being an affront to him - how dare these other alphas (and fucking betas) challenge his claim of his mate. As the years go on he more sees it as an affront to their whole House (so to Luke, him, and the children).
Don't think he's killed any Westeros Lord over it (just with the political landscape as it is) but he's definitively threatened them. Those in non-Westeros territories that Aemond later goes to conquer? Those ones died.
And all of it just feeds more into this image of Aemond being an incredibly territorial alpha that gets created.
Someone asked for more Blood for Blood verse porn on the last chapter. So take a sneak peak as I figure out what other scene/s I want to include in the chapter when I post on AO3.
Luke has Arrax saddled as soon as he receives word that the shadow of Vhagar is over the city.
Changing into his riding gear and taking to the skies to meet his husband and mate. Arrax flying above Aemond’s mount so Luke has a chance at seeing him past the she-dragon's size.
Aemond’s hair is messier than Luke has ever seen it and his clothes are dirty, all evidence that he has been in a battle. But Luke just knows that it had been a victorious one – Aemond wouldn’t have returned until he claimed a victory.
It doesn’t stop his guilt at sending Aemond alone to crush the attacks. But his grandfather had strictly forbidden him to go, it only after the party had been of off that he had admitted it was for fear that Aemond would kill him and claim it was the enemy. That the alpha would use their young child to take Driftmark for himself when the King died.
Aemond looks up at him and tilts his head in a silent instruction to follow. Vhagar bowing as she turns to head towards the beaches.
Luke directs Arrax to follow. Perhaps he is being foolish in it, but if he were to go missing all suspicions would be on his uncle.
Aemond brings Vhagar down in the water as Luke lands Arrax on the beach. Luke sliding off and landing on the sand, resting a hand on Arrax’ side as he waits for the sound of Aemond’s footsteps hitting sand as well.
“They’re all dead,” Aemond says with the kind of glee that Luke feels shouldn’t be applied to the deaths of others, pirates they may be. “My first kills an army who stood against us.”
“We must inform Corlys of your victory.” The Lord of the Tides will be relieved to know the matter is settled and they do not need to send more men out to keep their routes open.
“We will,” Aemond says, grabbing hold of Luke’s hips. The smell of fire and blood almost masking his scent. “But first.”
The kiss he gives Luke is almost scary in its intensity. His grip tightening around Luke until they are all too quickly tumbling onto the sand. Aemond’s leg is sliding between Luke’s, his hardness pressing against Luke’s hip as his hands start working on unlacing Luke’s outer clothes.
“I’m not in heat,” Luke manages to get out even as Aemond presses kisses along his throat. Because that seems to matter to his mate, the only times they lie together being when there is a chance of a child resulting. Luke’s attempts at offering out of it early in their marriage being embarrassingly fobbed off until he stopped even bothering.
“I’ll get you wet enough,” Aemond promises, before sucking at Luke’s scent gland where he originally bit down to mark them as mates.
They’re going to fuck on the beach with their dragons as their witness.
Luke almost breaks out in a laugh at the realization. Daemond would be proud. Alicent would be horrified.
“What about the sand?” Luke has no plans of being rubbed raw by it in the places his clothes normally protect.
Aemond draws back, holding himself up on his arms and looking down at Luke like he doesn’t understand what he means.
Before Luke has a chance to explain his alpha lets out a huff. Getting up off him and unclasping his cloak, lying it down on the beach and gesturing to it.
“Is that adequate for you my Lord Strong or do you want to return to your chambers and your bed?” Aemond asks. The idea of even how they would get to said chambers in such a state a mortifying one. And that was before Luke dared to even think of how they would explain to his grandfather that, while, yes, the campaign Aemond had been sent on had been successful a full report would have to wait until that night or perhaps even the morning.
“Yes, it’s adequate enough,” Luke manages, awkwardly shuffling over so he is sitting on the cloak. He takes off his outer clothes as well for good measure, leaving himself just in his underthings.
That seems to please Aemond who is back on him almost as soon as he’s settled on the cloak. Pushing off his own outer clothes as he mouths and gropes at Luke.
Aemond ducks down to tug off Luke’s breaches and toss them to the side with their outer clothes. Pushing up Luke’s undershirt so he can suck at Luke’s hip bones, long fingers tracing a path down to Luke’s hardening member before running behind it, softly prodding at Luke’s entrance.
Aemond makes an unhappy grunt and Luke knows it's because he isn’t getting as wet as fast as he can with the help of his heat.
He knows he should say it doesn’t matter, his mate and husband clearly want him and it is his duty to give his alpha what he wants. Not even as heir to the Driftmark seat can he avoid those responsibilities as omega.
When Aemond draws his fingers back he almost does. Because he doesn’t want to ruin this moment of Aemond coming to him out of heat. Doesn’t want the feeling of being the failure in his marriage, even if his mother had made sure he knew that if his husband was going to stray, he would no matter what Luke did or did not do.
“Shit-” Luke says instead. His member suddenly surrounded by Aemond’s mouth. The alpha’s hands on his hips to prevent him from bucking up at it. “Oh fuck.”
Aemond grunts in response but doesn’t stop even as Luke reaches down to tug the long silver hair out of its tie and bury his hands in it in an attempt to hold on and not lose his mind to the sensation.
He would almost swear Aemond had sent him into heat with it alone from the warmth that spreads through his body.
Long fingers sliding along his entrance again startles him out of the haze. This time though, two slide in with only slight resistance. And that is lost quickly once they crook inside him turning his vision black.
“I must be in heat,” Luke gasps out when Aemond releases his member. Returning to pressing kisses against the bare skin of Luke’s lower stomach.
“You’re not,” Aemond says, his face suddenly back in Luke’s vision even as he presses a third finger in. His tone entirely too smug. “But you are as wet as you are in it.”
Luke can’t help but laugh at it. It’s not inaccurate but it is strange for someone to say aloud.
He shakes his head when Aemond’s expression twists at it. Arms coming to wrap around his alpha’s neck.
“You can fuck me now.” He should be ready enough even without a heat to ease the way. “If you want to that is.”
Aemond leans down to press a quick kiss against Luke’s eye before drawing his fingers out. Luke’s wetness cold against his skin where Aemond grabs at his thighs to pull them up and over his lap to angle him how he wants before thrusting in.
It’s not as easy as when Luke is in heat. His body not as naturally lax. But he is wet enough that it goes in easily enough, Aemond’s hips flushed against his without any real pain.
There’s barely a moment before Aemond is thrusting. Quickly finding a fast pace that has Luke with little option but to cling to him. Letting out little moans in response to Aemond’s grunts.
Long wet fingers find his member again and all too quickly Luke finds himself spilling between them.
He feels Aemond thickening inside him and knows what it means.
“Don’t knot!” Not only does Luke not know how enjoyable a knot will be without a heat to help his body with it he doesn’t want to be locked together until it goes down. Especially not on a beach where someone will eventually come looking for him.
Aemond curses, pulling out enough that he doesn’t swell inside even if his seed still mostly makes it in, leaking out as soon as he fully pulls out and collapses next to Luke on the cloak. It’s probably best if they just have one of their dragons burn the thing rather than try and explain the stains it will now have.
“We should not stay here much longer,” Luke says because people will be looking for him, especially after Vhagar was seen over town and then both she and Arrax have not been seen. It wouldn’t do for people to find them like this.
“Of course,” Aemond says, standing up and tucking himself back into his breaches. Picking up his outer clothes and starting to get dressed.
He looks over at Luke with a raised eyebrow when Luke doesn’t immediately follow suit.
“Help me up.” It’s not that Luke needs the help. He can get up perfectly well on his own. But there’s a part of him that enjoys getting Aemond to do things for him.
Aemond rolls his eyes at it but comes and offers his hands. Tugging Luke up with probably more force than necessary but Luke only laughs at it.
“You are a child at times,” Aemond mutters as he returns to getting himself dressed.
Summary: Aemond is married to the omega who took his eye. And while he is not such a fool to request an eye for an eye, blood for blood seems a fair trade. Or: Omegaverse Aemond/Lucerys arrange marriaged wedding night smut where Aemond is not cruel, but he is also not kind (and Lucerys has both none of and all the power).
Warnings: Underage sex, uncle-nephew incest, forced marriage and matehood, dubcon bordering on noncom, knots that hurt (or are at least very uncomfortable the first time)
Notes:
I don’t actually go here so know nothing about the show other than what I’ve picked up on gifsets on tumblr. I just got really obsessed with this idea for some reason and here we are. Basically don’t ask me when this is set in the timeline or any of the political ramifications of it (but feel free to tell me when you think this is and what you think they are).
I was going to give Lucerys a lot more layers before I realised then I would have to get him out of all those layers. Just pretend there are 2 more layers between the Outer gown and shift when imaging the full gown.
AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/43985872
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Aemond had spent the ceremony wondering how anyone believed Lucerys was as fragile as they liked to claim. The omega holding his head high and proud, sure in how this would ensure his inheritance and keep his mother’s right safe as well.
Now Aemond sees what makes Lucerys mother and retinue coo about their delicate boy, warning Aemond not to harm him despite his nephew having already proven that he is the one of the two of them capable of maiming the other. Lucerys’ gaze darting across the room nervously as he worries his plump lip with his teeth, cringing whenever they even momentarily land on the wedding bed.
Aemond leaves the boy to his glancing, going to wash his hands in the rose-water filled basin and strip himself of the heavier outer layers, leaving himself in his shirt and breeches.
Lucerys gets very good at avoiding even looking at the wedding bed once Aemond sits on the edge of it.
“Mate,” Aemond says, not actually expecting the omega to come when called.
“Don’t,” Lucerys says, his voice uneven even as he meets Aemond’s eye. “I am not your mate yet.”
Aemond laughs at it, getting over to crowd his nephew and new-husband’s space. Watching the omega’s eyes harden as Lucerys clearly steels himself to not step back.
“Surely you aren’t hiding behind that technicality?” Aemond reaches out to wrap one of Lucerys’ curls around his finger. Saving the little flinch it earns him. “In the eyes of the court we are and soon we will be by even the commoner’s definition.”
“I-” Lucerys’ pupils dart as he tries to find the words and Aemond waits in rapt anticipation for what he will come up with. “Call me Luke.”
Aemond can’t help and grin at that, his hand falling from his nephews curl to instead cup his jaw, gentler than he really wants to.
“I could call you Strong and it would not matter. You must play your part in this as much as I must mine.”
“Please,” Lucerys’ mutters, twisting his face so his cheek is brushing Aemond’s hand instead of chin. “Uncle, I am sorry for what I did. What must I do to have peace in this marriage?” He shudders as he shuts both his eyes, forcing a steadying breath before looking back up at Aemond. “Is it my eye you want?”
“No.” No anymore.
Aemond lets his hand fall from his new mate’s face, resting it on the collar of the omega’s wedding-gown, his fingers curled so his knuckles rest against the skin of the boy’s neck.
He watches as the realization dawns on Lucerys’ face. The fear creeping in as he realizes what he has been handed over into by his mother to secure both their thrones. No escape for her little Strong bastard this time despite his soft features and sweet act.
“Come,” he says, taking hold of his nephew’s hands and leading the omega to the bed. Lucerys for his part follows loyally, sitting on the edge of the bed and staring off across the room. Not even reacting as Aemond undoes the laces of his outer gown.
“I did not think you would surrender this easily.” Lucerys may be a bastard but he was still of dragon-blood and had already taken the blood of another despite being omega-aligned.
“This is not surrender,” Lucerys hisses, glancing at Aemond from the corner of his eyes, their darkness suits his hate. “It is as you said I have a part to play as much as you do.”
“And what part is that?” Aemond says, moving to the foot of the bed, his hands resting on the white sheets either side of Lucerys’ hips so he can lean right into the omega’s space. “The delicate nervous maiden?”
“If you are questioning-”
“I am not. By now your mother would have done something to protect the fact if you truly were not.” She no doubt would believe that Aemond would revel in being able to prove the lack of morals in her house. That he would wave pure-white sheets as a banner in a battle against her and hers.
She is not so clever to hide her plays and there is none here. Her darling omega is untouched until now.
“Then what point are you trying to make?”
“No point,” Aemond says, nipping at the now exposed collarbone just to hear Lucerys gasp. His next words are said low by the omega’s ear. “You do not need to keep up the act around me. I know what you really are.”
Lucerys shoves him away at that. Holding him away so his nephew can glare up at him.
“You do not know me. And this is not an act,” the boy spits out. But he doesn’t push further. Doesn’t shove Aemond away and run to his mother like he could.
“Don’t I?” Aemond asks, taking one of the hands pressed against his chest. Tugging the outer gowns sleeve off before pressing a kiss to the scent gland on the inside of the omega’s wrist. Never breaking eye contact with his nephew as he runs his teeth down it.
It seems to turn Lucerys pliant again, and Aemond takes the opportunity to get the sleeve off the other arm as well. The top part of the gown falling into his new husband’s lap over the second half.
“We need to take the rest off as well,” he reminds when Lucerys stays planted on the bed.
He takes Lucerys’ hand to pull him from the bed even if he knows the omega can do it perfectly well himself. Resting his other hand on his new husband’s waist as the gown falls in a puddle at his feet, feeling the muscles move though the shift as Lucerys frees his feet from it. The omega standing on top of the pile as if he doesn’t care if he damages the expensive green material. As if he’s doesn’t care about soiling Aemond’s family’s symbol.
“And the other one,” Aemond adds, tugging up the skirt of the shift by its waist.
“Uncle please don’t,” Lucerys says, bordering on a cry. “Let me keep it on.”
“And catch your maidenhood in it and not the sheets?” Aemond asks just to see Lucerys wince. “People talk enough about you as is.”
He watches Lucerys process the words and waits for the agreement that he is right, tugging at the shift again when the brown eyes settle in decision.
“Fine. But if I am to be bare than so should you,” Lucerys says, catching Aemond’s hand to stop it.
“That is not necessary-” He hadn’t thought about it but he realizes he had fully planning on just shoving his breeches down low enough to get his knot out to do the act.
“No. But it is fair. And I already have to bare so much more to ensure this matehood is recognized.” Lucerys is the one that will have to prove his maidenhood taken, and if this does result in a child, will be the one to birth them. The irony of how protected omega nudity is when their lives require it shown to others by necessity more than alphas.
“You are getting so much more out of this matehood.” Two claims solidified and someone else to defend against the bastard taint.
“You are getting a lot more from it than many other of your prospects.” Anything that is Lucerys’ will be Aemond’s. The resulting children will carry his name and not their barers and while not pure they will have dragon-blood sustaining them in the womb.
Lucerys is watching him as closely as he watched the omega as he comes to weigh his options.
“Perhaps you will be a fine negotiator in time,” Aemond concedes as he tugs his shirt over his head.
It earns him a huff of a laugh as Lucerys tugs his shift over his own head as Aemond works his breeches off. The two standing nude before each other soon enough.
Lucerys is more muscular than any other omega Aemond has seen bare. His legs fit and buttocks round from the necessary strength to ride a dragon. His stomach toned and defined, evidence that his mother has ensured he was trained despite his designation. Even his breasts are firmer than even the standard expected of males of the soft designation.
That stomach will soften for Aemond’s child when it is time.
Lucerys is watching him back, his eyes locked on the eyepatch.
“I said for us both to be bare did I not?” he says, and Aemond has to catch his hand to prevent him from reaching for it.
“It stays on.”
“No,” Lucerys says with a shake of his head that has his curls bouncing. And Aemond must be distracted by that for the omega to be able to dart past his defenses with this free hand, snatching the eyepatch from his eye and scurrying onto the bed to hide it under the pillows before Aemond can catch him.
He does at least have the decency to gasp when he turns around to face Aemond again.
“I’m sorry,” Lucerys says before Aemond can demand if he’s happy yet?, the omega making his way down the bed to kneel at the foot of it. A gentle hand coming up to rest against Aemond’s face, thumb rubbing the delicate skin under his sapphire-replacement.
“Are you satisfied?” With forcing the damage bare. With his handiwork in carving Aemond’s eye out.
“No, I, I am truly sorry,” Lucerys says, his previous joy and fear gone from his voice replaced with guilt. “I only meant to protect my brother.”
“Our intentions do not change the results.”
“Of course,” Lucerys says, drawing away to return to the center of the bed. The place in the room that only a little ago had been terrifying now apparently turned refuge.
The terror returns when Aemond follows him into it. Not that it causes Lucerys to shy away from him when Aemond reaches for him, running his hands over the exposed pale skin as Lucerys. Feeling the tense muscle ripple at his touch.
Lucerys doesn’t so much open his legs as let them fall apart when Aemond’s hands start their path up the inside of them. The omegas inner-thighs slick in what is the only evidence he has been bordering on heat this whole time.
“I,” Lucerys starts as Aemond runs his finger against the source of the slick, the omega’s voice shaky. “I would like to see your face.”
It’s not a detailed explanation of a preference for how they are to do this but it is effect to make the position Lucerys wants clear.
“I would not.”
Lucerys gives a huff at it. And Aemond is sure it would be joined by some comment, whether about alphas or him particularly he does not know, if not for the situation.
“Well, I’m not moving,” Lucerys says more petulant child than demanding prince. But it gets the message across the same – if that is what Aemond wants than Aemond must do it himself.
His dear nephew should have thought more before making that stance. He may be strong for an omega but Aemond is a trained alpha. It’s all too easy for him to grab the boy’s leg and drag him down the bed by it, wresting him over and forcing him to his knees.
“Brute!” Lucerys cries as he pushes himself up by his elbows but makes no move to get away.
“Are you not strong enough to take it?” Aemond asks, grinding his hardening member between those slick thighs. He had thought, when he was told about the marriage, that he would struggle to perform his duty on a nephew that had maimed him. That fear has completely evaporated now.
Lucerys gives out a huff at that and Aemond is kind enough to let the omega take the time to prop himself on the pillows of the bed, settling his top half on them.
“If the point is to stain the sheets this feels ineffective.”
“I’m sure we can find a way,” Aemond comments, spreading the firm cheeks before him to see his prize for the night. Unable to resist the urge to press his thumb against the glistening puckering hole.
A hand is suddenly on his hips and his eyes snap up to meet Lucerys’ frantic ones.
“Uncle, slow, please.” He must know he is in no place to make such requests and yet he does. Asking for the mercy Aemond hadn’t been offered.
“I suppose if I do not I will never be sure if our children are mine?” It would make it too easy for Lucerys to justify indiscretion if he believed his husband to be cruel.
Lucerys shakes his head.
“I will be faithful,” he promises. As if his mother hasn’t ruined any chance of that being believed.
And I’m sure my father will believe it, Aemond wants to say, because it is true. His older half-sister’s family can do anything and their king will believe whatever story they make up.
He doesn’t. Instead leaning down to capture the plump lips in what is the second kiss of their marriage.
Lucerys feels as unsure in it as he had the first but he lets Aemond do as he pleases, lips parting as Aemond’s tongue presses against them. Letting Aemond feel the gasp as two of his fingers breach the previously untouched hole.
Aemond wonders if it is truly untouched or if Lucerys had explored himself in the way omegas sometimes did in heats. The vice-grip on his fingers means nothing, he is sure his nephew’s nerves would be enough to ensure that even if he had been with an alpha the night before.
Aemond is not as methodical as he could be in the stretching. But it is hardly something he must do.
Still he enjoys the little gasps and whimpers Lucerys gives out at it. Eye lashes fluttering as Aemond finds a spot inside him that makes the omega’s toes curl.
It is a shame it is inside him. Aemond would like to be able to cause that reaction in his nephew when the boy forgets his place in the pecking order in the court.
He regrets his choice in positioning when he finally removes his fingers. Completely unable to see what, if anything, settles on Lucerys face as he does.
It is not fear he is imagining in the omega’s eyes, as he uses the slick coating his fingers to pump himself a few times to be sure he is fully hard, but anticipation.
Lucerys’ whole body tenses when he aligns the head of it to the wet hole.
“That will only make it worse,” Aemond chastises.
“I know,” Lucerys says, a hand coming back to press against Aemond’s hips. His sharp nails digging into the flesh of it. They both know he couldn’t actually stop it but it promises not just Lucerys’ blood will be spilt if Aemond did. “Just give me a few moments.”
Aemond lets out a huff at it. His nephew keeps asking for patience, and careful, and slow that one would think he believed his uncle’s nature to be kind.
He watches as Lucerys sides move in and out with the deep purposely breathes the omega takes to calm himself, shimming his hips in what really is a blatant tease.
Lucerys tenses when Aemond leans over him. Aemond running his dry hand up the omega’s tight side to wrap around his chest, thumb playing with one of his small nipples as Aemond nuzzles against the scent gland on Lucerys’ neck he will be biting into once he finally gets his knot into him.
“Save your fight for our enemies,” Aemond advises. Not that he yet knows who their shared enemies will be.
It doesn’t work immediately, nor did Aemond expect it to. But Lucerys’ form does eventually relax, giving another of those cautious teasing shifts of his hips.
“You can now if you want.”
“Can I? Or are you going to have another moment of indecision about this?” Aemond asks, not that surprised when it earns him a whack from the omega.
There’s a part of him that wants to grab Lucerys for it. To turn the omega around and pin his legs by his ears and show him that his pathetic swings are nothing compared to Aemond’s strength.
He doesn’t. Slowly pressing into the wet entrance that his cock has been resting against for the last too long, allowing the gravity of his hips coming down do all the work.
Lucreys gives out a keen at it. But not one clearly or pain or pleasure, if Aemond had to hazard a guess it was curiosity as odd as that seems.
He can’t help but give a solid thrust once he has sunk all the way in. Both to make sure he is fully sheathed inside the omega and because he enjoys the gasps it forces from Lucerys’ lips.
“That wasn’t so bad,” he coos because Lucerys isn’t shuddering like some traumatized victim.
“I still think I would like to see your face,” Lucerys says after a moment’s contemplation.
“Maybe next time,” Aemond says with a kiss against the crown of brown curls. He has already decided he would like to see Lucerys in his lap, the omega sinking himself down onto his alpha’s knot.
“So there will be another time?” Lucerys asks, and Aemond still regrets his position choice because he cannot read his nephews tone.
“I doubt we will be so lucky to have a baby just from this.” Few are that skilled. Not that Aemond finds himself minding all that much.
“Of course,” Lucerys mutters with that damned unreadable tone. “Well, are we to continue?”
“So eager.” Aemond is not sure if it is because his new husband is enjoying himself or wants it over.
He supposes it doesn’t matter as he starts up a rhythm of his own making with his thrusts. They are duty-bound to each other if nothing else. Lucerys’ body is to be Aemond’s so Aemond’s sword and dragon will be Lucerys’.
Lucerys seems to be enjoying himself overall. Sure he isn’t moaning loudly but making little gasps but they are pleasure-filled. He sounds almost like his dragon does when the little thing chirps in excitement.
As the pleasure builds for Aemond and his cock starts to swell to lock them together the gasps start to turn from pleasure to pain until eventually one of Lucerys’ hands reach back to push against Aemond’s hip.
“Uncle, enough! It’s getting too much!”
“It’s just the knot,” Aemond says, thrusting the thickened base in and out knowing that it will soon lock them together for a time.
Lucerys cries at it.
“No! It’s too big! Take it out! Uncle please!”
Perhaps Aemond is cruel in that his heart doesn’t break at his nephews plees. But this is hardly the worst pain the omega will endure in life and his mother should have trained him for it just as she did to ride dragons and fight battles.
Considering that training it really is no surprise when Lucerys strikes out. His foot coming up to try and kick Aemond away as he tries to squirm away.
He probably could as well. The knot isn’t fully swollen and Aemond can feel it threaten to tug out at it. Not that it would do either of them any good if Lucerys actually succeeded at his goal. It only asking for more pain.
“Enough,” Aemond decides when a sharp elbow comes at his gut. Grabbing both of Lucreys’ arms as he blocks the omega’s legs in with his own, leaning his full bulk over him to prevent the attempted escape. Pushing his hips close so the knot stays where it is put until it will be impossible to remove until it is gone down. “You were made to take this. So take it.”
Lucerys gives out a desperate, pathetic whine as Aemond bites into his shoulder to seal their matehood in body as well as in law. His breathing long and desperate and wet as the high of it for Aemond passes, leaving him in the reality of being locked in his new mate as his body tries to fill him with seed.
Lucerys chest is panting under him as the omega gets himself back under control. Perhaps Aemond should be more attentive to him but he is mostly concerned with his own discomfort – this position not an ideal one to hold for the next quarter hour. While he could just collapse his weight forward it would not do well for him to crush his new mate.
“Shall we move?” he asks once Lucerys’ breathe is even enough that he thinks his words might actually be heard.
“If you do I will take your other eye,” Lucerys says. There enough heat behind the words that Aemond takes their message seriously even if he does not the actual threat of it.
“Can I at least put a pillow beneath us?” At least then some of the strain of his own thighs will be eased.
“Carefully,” Lucerys agrees after a moment because his own must also be starting to burn.
Aemond reaches for one of the pillows that Lucerys has not already claimed to rest his chest on. Easing it beneath the omega’s hips, ignoring the little hiss it earns him as he does. A little pain will be worth being able to not have to keep holding themselves up on their knees.
Lucerys slowly sinks into the pillow once it is set, carefully stretching his legs out beneath him as Aemond lets his weight slowly rest on him.
Aemond knows the knot should not last more than a quarter of an hour but that is still time that must be passed and conversation with his new mate not something he wants right now. So instead he entertains himself by nuzzling against his nephew’s hair and lapping up the blood his teeth drew on the pale expanse of a neck. Enjoying the little grumbles it earns him and the hiss that occurs when Lucerys twists to try and bat him away.
Aemond gives an experimental tug as he feels the knot start to deflate.
“Don’t!” Lucerys barks at it, reaching back. This time to hold Aemond’s hip against him.
“I thought you would be done with me?”
“I will once it doesn’t hurt,” Lucerys hissess, in what is probably his most honest of the night.
“It won’t be much longer,” Aemond promises, reaching down to remove the hand and sharp nails from where they dig into his skin.
The whine Lucerys gives in response sounds more like impatience than pain so Aemond goes back to his nuzzling for the few more minutes it takes for his knot to fully deflate.
He slides the pillow out from under Lucerys hips before pulling himself out. And, as expected, Lucerys collapses forward, rolling around so his back is against the bed.
“What are you smiling at?” Lucerys demands, propped up on his pile of pillows as if it is his throne.
“You have more than ensured the sheets are adequately stained.”
Sure enough, when Aemond parts his new mate’s legs the sheets beneath him have a puddle of blood and seed and slick sinking into them. The suddenly elevated position causing it to flow out of him.
“What? Ngh- don’t!” Lucerys tries to squirm when Aemond comes closer, running a finger along the now red and puffy hole he had just knotted. He holds the omega’s hips in place as he pushes the finger in, forcing more of the mingling fluids out and onto the white sheets beneath. “Stop it!”
“Why? Do you want people to question whether you came to your wedding night pure?”
When no snap comes back Aemond looks up to his new mate. The omega’s face red and blotchy and tear-stained. He looks done more than anything. Exhausted on all fronts.
Yes, this is the same omega who took Aemond’s eye and Aemond deserves his revenge for it. But there is blood on the sheets and Lucerys’ will soon enough give Aemond’s mother a new innocent babe to fuss over to replace the one he stole from her that night he taught Aemond just how cruel and unjust the world could be.
Aemond draws back.
Lucerys is off as soon as he does. Darting to the robe that had been placed in the room for him to cover himself.
The omega only ventures back to the bed after Aemond gets off to retrieve his own robe. Even then Lucerys sits on the edge of the bed that faces the closed window, staring at it as if it was open and he was watching the goings on of the world. His expression a closed-off numb Aemond has seen on his own mother.
“It wasn’t so bad, was it?” Aemond doesn’t even know himself why he is asking, coming to sit beside his new mate. It shouldn’t matter – this is their duty and they have done it.
“No. It wasn’t,” Lucerys says with a glance over at him before returning to his straight stare at the window. Aemond resists the urge to lean over to see if maybe there is something his nephew is watching – a bug perhaps, that he cannot see from his angle.
“You should sleep. They will want to check over this whole scene as soon as the sun rises in the morn.”
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I’m probably not going to write it in full but please imaging Lucreys conversation with his mother afterwards:
“Mother! The knot!”
“I did warn you it was intense.”
“Intense!? It felt like I was going to be split in two. I thought it would kill me.”
“You get used to it. And it is nothing compared to your first babe.”
